The night was still young as the band KISS gathered into the photo room.
Pretty girls were their groupies and of course, things were getting ready to get dirty.
I was really shy and then the girls were stripping down naked.
Paul has a girl with silver paint all over her face.
Gene and Peter had multiple groupies around them.
One girl even pulled her panties down and Peter fucked her in front of everybody.
I watched as Ace Frehley threw away a few cans of beer into a trash can.
He saw me standing there when I was about to walk away.
"Ah, get in there, ya little pussy".
Ace smacked me on the rear and I shrieked, almost falling to the floor.
"Ace, go easy on her, she's just a little kitten".
Peter was drunk, but not as much as Paul Stanley .
The Starchild had fallen off the bed.
The photographer helped him out.
I sat down in a chair and the camera turned towards me.
"Oh come on, babydoll".
Ace tugged at my skirt and I slowly turned my head.
"Shy one, isn't she"?
Gene grinned as a groupie held onto him.
I was then sitting on the floor between Ace and Peter.
"Hey, let me try something".
The Catman scooted over towards me and I blushed softly.
"Purrrr...there's nothing to be afraid of".
He licked my neck and Ace carefully wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Aww...she's wearin' bikini liners".
Paul and Gene smiled at each other.
Then, with a slow movement, Ace unclipped my bra strap and threw it across the floor.
Peter unbuckled my belt and spoke in a soothing voice.
"Take this for me, kitten".
He opened my mouth and put the white powder on my tongue.
I swallowed it and my eyes became another world.
Smoke and rainbows were the hallucinations I kept on seeing.
Ace slid my pants off and stuck his tongue into my mouth.
I followed his command, the hours passing by.
